Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' purple magic, gettin' stuck traffic
On the back of his head, S.P.M.
Boys down with me, like flat tires
Got Benz's and 'Lac's and candy
Try to make it rich, bricks
My girl's name was cocaine, that's a bitch
Was my first love, that I admit
Watchin' dope fiends fight for a cigarette
Do rappers know, how it really go
Or are they just another on the microphone?
I to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
My either dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack
Boys wanna' stare, it to the square, hoe
I stay ag' or should I let my hair grow?
I know it don't stop, even though try
45 years, in like a homicide

[CHORUS:
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And so fast-ily
And pack so

[VERSE 2:
The world has got me on
I'm gettin' closer to that on the ledge
To if I drop, then I'm dead
Man, it's best
these days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the 'feds
Or either rocked wit' a fulla' lead
Or (of the death??)
Now, I wanna' be the next one to suffer the same pain
I'm stuck in game, I hustle to change things
'Cuz whoever I just wanna see lead fly
The bullets done sped by, now where your head lie
I be cruzin' down the street, my screw tape bang
The caddy coop swangin' through the two-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll
Out the dirty, coast
the deal like baby, this is real life
This is what it like, when you in the trill life
This is what it still like, still fly the to Los
like to welcome y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'

[CHORUS:
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And so heavily
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily

[VERSE 3:
I'ma stay strong, then they thought
I 'em so sick when I bought it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't
South Park, slap 20's on my Ark
ain't a thing, never will I love it
Guess that's why the Lord me plenty of it
I spent it on my homies, it on my kids
I put a diamond necklace in my momma's
But all the kept me drugged up
I try to stuff a fuckin' whole ounce in one
So many enemies, for no reason
Guess they mad cause I make the dough easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car friends wishin' I would dead
Now that I'm on lock, still can't take it
Homie, I'm the king of shit, man face it

[CHORUS:
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And so heavily
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And so fast-ily
And so heavily